Chapter 11

She woke with the soft music still playing in the background and strong arms lifting her from the bed. A warm mouth brushed kisses along her forehead and cheeks. Automatically she threw one arm around a strong male neck and leaned into the body.

Then her eyes flew open,

"What...What's...?"

"Ssh." More soft kisses. "Shower time. The hotel left us lots of goodies. It would be a shame not to use them."

The bathroom was as big as her bedroom, which was no small closet. A hot bubbled against one wall opposite a vanity long enough to lie down on. The shower was completely glass-enclosed and big enough for an orgy.

Orgy! There's that word again!

"I started the hot tub," Riley told her, setting her down on her feet. "I thought after the shower we might give it a whirl."

Could she tell him that one of her secret fantasies had been sex in a hot tub? Sucking the dick of a man who turned on every hormone in her body? Letting him bring her to orgasm with his fingers and hand? Then sliding down on his cock while the water steamed and bubbled around them?

She heard the hissing of the shower as it streamed against the tiles, then Riley was lifting her again and carrying her under the stream with him. Water sprayed at them from a dozen different jets, her skin tingling beneath a thousand tiny fingers, the warm streams washing away the cobwebs from her nap.

Riley turned her face toward him and lowered his lips to hers, just a light pressure at first, then harder, his tongue sweeping back and forth across the seam until her lips parted and she gave him entrance. It was like having a live wire in her mouth, setting nerves ablaze wherever it touched. Her nipples tingled and deep inside her cunt the throb of sensual need was beating. He was seducing her with his mouth, in the shower, and she never wanted him to stop.

"God, you feel good," he murmured against her open mouth. "I can't wait to run my hands over every inch of this body again, although I hate washing away the scent of sex. Of the things we did."

"Oh?"

"Absolutely."

He picked up a bottle from the built-in shelf and squeezed liquid into his hand. Immediately the shower was filled with the scent of ripe peaches, the hot, misty air surrounding them like an orchard in full bloom. Rubbing it into a rich lather, the moved his hands over her body stating at her shoulders. He moved them in circles, rubbing here, rubbing there, the slick gel like liquid satin on her skin.

He gave an enormous amount of attention to her breasts, lathering every square inch of them, sliding his fingers along the valley between. Rubbing her nipples in the same circular motion until they felt ready to burst from sensation. Pleasure rocketed through her. Her knees were turning to water and she reached up and cling to his shoulders to hold herself steady.

"Feel good, darlin'?" he crooned, moving his hands lower. "Your skin is so soft it feels like angels' wings."

"And your hands feel like magic," she murmured.

"That's the idea, darlin'. I'm going to do magic things to this heart=stopping body."

He was lower now, rubbing the lather against her tummy, pressing the bubbles into her navel, then tracing the line at the top of her pubic curls. Without thinking she moved her feet apart and his hand slid down the length of her slit as if it belonged there. He rubbed the later into her curls as if he were shampooing them, then lazily trailed one fingertip between her outer lips. The moment she felt him touching her sensitive flesh she felt a fresh flood of cream drench her pussy.

Riley's finger moved inside her and she heard a murmur of satisfaction rumble from him.

"Like that, do you? How about this?"

To of his long fingers penetrated her, wiggling in the tight clasp of her sheath. As if they had a mind of their own her hips began shifting forward and back, riding his hand, the nerves in the walls of her cunt sparking like living things.

Then, without warning, they were gone.

"Nooo," she moaned.

Riley took her moan into his mouth and murmured into hers, "Don't get greedy, darlin'. We have a long way to go here."

Pouring more lather into a palm, he stroked the lather down the outside of her legs, his touch a soothing caress. She'd never thought of her ankles or knees as erogenous zones, but under Riley's ministrations it seemed her entire body was one big hot spot. She shivered in anticipation when he moved to the inside of her thighs, but again he whisked his hands away, his laugh dark and teasing.

"Time to turn around." His words were a pleasant buzz against her ear as he shifted so she faced one glass wall and placed her against the smooth surface. "Don't move, okay?"

She nodded. As if I could.

He paid the same careful attention to her back, her shoulders, the ridges of her spine, massaging each one individually. But when hand slipped into the cleft of her buttocks she tensed.

"Relax," he said, placing small kisses on her shoulder. Let me show you how good this feels. "Do you trust me, Kari?"

She exhaled a long breathe and nodded her head.

"All right, then. Relax and let me in."